Optical Delusion by The OM Sound

In the valley of sorrow, in the valley of death,
In the valley we borrow, in the valley of breath,
In the valley tomorrow, in the valley we rest,
In the valley we thoroughly keep tally, enmeshed.
We’re guests, and by the power that we invest
We can request to arrest the downward flow of the unexpressed.
Prana repossessed, in and up and out, divest,
Coalesced into the dynamo, illimitable zest.
I must confess, it’s not an easy path to tread
But I can’t stress enough the potential hid in your crest.
Undressed, internal, not the matter, bone and flesh, that’s so
Breakable, foresakeable, no beauty at the end,
So what’s left? Except to comprehend and acquiesce,
Undertake the journey of a warrior at the behest
Of the King of kings, Queen of queens - draw your
Blade, deflect cause and effect, time is no object,
Ceaseless battle, resurrect out of the valley.

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